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Headie One – Socials Lyrics

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Headie One – Socials Lyrics

[Chorus]
(One) We all know the opps love socials
Why you think—, shh, got shot with a Canon?
And the next opp got shot with a GoPro? (Bow, bow)
Handy got a long nose, Pinocchio
Bro-bro took it on a drive, rodeo (Turn, turn)
Could’ve caught him an AM, and
Took it to the chest, Amiri logo (Told me turn)
Old school, you know what the bro’s been known for (Told me turn)
Known for doing up man so awful (Told me turn)
Huncho ended up on that scoreboard
I didn’t have to make one phone call (Suh, suh)
Got a four-door truck like a Mario Kart
Been doing it like we in Tokyo (Nyoom)
Used to war for my own postcode
Now I scream, “Fuck my own postcode” (Bro, let’s get it)

[Verse 1]
Daniel turned to little Daniel (One)
He ain’t a big dawg, he’s a cocker spaniel
My bro left prints on a baby .9
He’s nothin’ like Prince Andrew (Turn up, turn up)
Summertime in Paris
French tips in the Prada sandal (Turn, turn, turn)
‘Member when I walked the route to the bando
Missin’ exits in a car that’s manual
Hands on when I grab like banku
Now I speak French in Louis, I’m feelin’ like Dadju (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)
So much roses on, had to get some tattooed (Suh, suh, suh)
Yo, my young boys outside
They be in a pouch, comin’ like a kangaroo

[Chorus]
(Why?) We all know the opps love socials
Why you think—, shh, got shot with a Canon?
And the next opp got shot with a GoPro? (Turn, turn up)
Handy got a long nose, Pinocchio (Turn, turn)
Bro-bro took it on a drive, rodeo (Told me turn, eh)
Could’ve caught him an AM, and
Took it to the chest, Amiri logo (Told me turn)
Old school, you know what the bro’s been known for (Turn, turn)
Known for doing up man so awful (Told me turn)
Huncho ended up on that scoreboard (One)
I didn’t have to make one phone call
Got a four-door truck like a Mario Kart
Been doing it like we in Tokyo (Nyoom)
Used to war for my own postcode
Now I scream, “Fuck my own postcode” (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
My bro got banned for the smoke
So he gotta do a five when he’s comin’ home, bolo (One)
Six figures for the show, got normal
Soon see me playin’ Saudi like N’Golo (One)
I was Wireless, we could’ve done four shows
Course on the front of the ding-dong’s four Os (Turn up)
He don’t play football, but he got bored, though
Lord knows we shouldn’t have done it, but YOLO
I don’t like pictures, I don’t like promo
I feel like M Huncho, I don’t like photos
I was in the bando bagging up Rolos
Hands on her brown like I’m tryna do cornrows (Ah)
Yeah, I got famous, now they want rondos (I did)
Got to tell ’em, “No way”, like I’m from Oslo (Turn, turn)
I can’t be fazed by the warzone
Box come in crates like I got ’em from Costco (Let’s get it)

[Chorus]
(Why?) We all know the opps love socials
Why you think—, shh, got shot with a Canon?
And the next opp got shot with a GoPro? (Turn, told me turn)
Handy got a long nose, Pinocchio (Told me turn)
Bro-bro took it on a drive, rodeo (Told me turn)
Could’ve caught him a air, man
Took it to the chest, Amiri logo
Old school, you know what the bro’s been known for
Known for doing up man so awful (Huh?)
Huncho ended up on that scoreboard (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)
I didn’t have to make one phone call
Got a four-door truck like a Mario Kart
Been doing it like we in Tokyo (Nyoom)
Used to war for my own postcode
Now I scream, “Fuck my own postcode”

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